Monday, March 1, 2010

it's hard to write a poem when you don't feel broken enough

better
things are better
goodgoodgood
you
are saving me
confessions of a mother
of a "horrible mother"
pft.
fuck that.
horrible mother my ass
i'll horrible your mother
dog chases cat
running
who's chasing who?
i'm chasing you.
lemme do what i want.
runrunrun
goodgoodgood
lemme do what i wanna do.
things you don't know i do.
so when i ask you
lemme do what i wanna do
REPETITION
am i crazy?
moving picture frame in my mind
image after image after image
the cycle begins again
gestation period,
one week.

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